firelord zuko and his penchant for quick kisses that usually turn to much more, between his duties.
warm hands grappling at the fabric of your dress, eyes soft and focused on the furrow between your brows, cheekily grinning as you tried to pry yourself from his grasp, palms pressed against his chest, firm and insistent. "fire lor—"
"call me by my title and I'll sink to my knees, right now."
you stopped fidgeting, going completely still as you stared at him bewildered, watching as his own eyes widened and warmth blooming on his cheeks as his words registered in his mind.
he shook his head, cheeks rosy and plush, hands slipping from your waist and limply hung by his side, "i didn—" before he could finish, you interrupted.
"you did." you stated, lips pursed together, "you very much did mean that." neither of you spoke for a moment, letting the silence linger, his eyes scanning the wall behind your head, while you focused on him. finally after a beat of silence, you murmured, "shameless."
he pouted, cheeks puffed up as he reached for your wrists this time, tugging both your palms to his chest, "tell me, wife, did you or did you not promise yourself to me under the vast sky?" he huffed, bringing your vows into the conversation.
"...I did." you sighed, defeated as you lean against his chest, hands squished between your bodies, "but that doesn't mean you can have me under it."
"it means, that I, as your husband can give and take as I wish." he voice low and firm, reverberating through your palms, it's authoritative, the same voice that passes commands as the fire lord, "only when I have your permission though, your husband after all."
that's zuko, your husband, not the fire lord, just your zuko.
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